CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 1169

"Thank you for the ride, and for helping me out today," Yvonne said as she got out of the car in front of Nina's house.

There was no hesitation in her actions, so swift and final that it left Nigel, momentarily stunned. He was used to girls eagerly wanting to establish a connection with him, but Yvonne was different. She seemed eager to distance herself. Feeling a pang of disappointment, Nigel called out, "Aren't you going to invite me in for a moment?"

When Yvonne turned to look at him, he flashed his most charming smile. "I'm suddenly really thirsty. How about a cup of tea?"

Yvonne frowned slightly. "Sorry, I'm just a guest here too. It wouldn't be appropriate. You should head home, Mr. Gibson."

With that, Yvonne turned and quickly walked away without another word.

Watching her retreating figure, Nigel felt a wave of frustration, muttering under his breath, "I'm such an idiot." He realized too late that Yvonne wasn't like the other girls. The usual lines he used didn't work on her, and he cursed himself for not recognizing that sooner.

As the second-floor curtains parted slightly, Nigel caught a glimpse of Yvonne's figure. Her graceful silhouette stirred something in him, igniting a surge of adrenaline.

One rejection wasn't enough to deter him. In fact, it only fueled his resolve. A single setback wasn't going to stop him. He would keep pursuing her, more determined than ever.

that thought, his mood lifted, and he left humming a

finally drove away, she turned to Yvonne. "You really don't

want to form any ties with anyone here except for you. Besides,

eyes dimmed with sadness, a heaviness settling

Yvonne, offering comfort. "No matter what happened before, believe me,

pushed Nina away with a playful scolding, "I've been trying not to think about the sad stuff,

Nash would never agree to that. Plus, if you want to get the money to pay Nigel back, you need to

sat back

footage. Every time someone came to collect Yvonne's paintings, it was the same person, arriving in the

she spotted

showed up the next day

why hadn't the first painting been

she pondered this,

her

Her mind raced back to the day she and Yvonne were being followed. It was the same car that had been tailing them, the same one that the woman had used

license plate caught her attention. It looked familiar,